"Sister Xun Er, my big brother just said not to let you do that!" Lei Jingxiao realized that by the time he wanted to stop Xun Er, it was already too late.
As the essence blood flowed out, an unhealthy pallor appeared on Xun Er's face. Fine beads of cold sweat instantly covered her forehead, and her delicate body swayed like a flower about to snap in the wind.
Her previous injuries had damaged her foundation. Although she had recuperated for two years, she had not fully recovered. Using Dou Qi in battle was normally not a problem, but drawing out her own essence blood now would harm her.
Yet Xun Er's autumn-water eyes gazed at Xiao Xuan with extraordinary resolve, carrying a trace of pleading. "It's all right, Senior Xiao Xuan. Use my essence blood as well to give Brother Xiao Yan a helping hand. I... I'm fine."
"Nonsense!" Anger had already entered Xiao Xuan's voice.
"With your damaged foundation still unhealed, doing this may be one thing for your cultivation, but it could shake your very foundation. Even your God-Tier Bloodline may decline, understand?"
Xiao Xuan had once stood at the continent's peak, and the matter of the Xiao Clan bloodline had affected his entire life. Therefore, he understood better than anyone what a God-Tier Bloodline meant.
For Xiao Yan's sake, this girl was practically gambling away her future path of cultivation!
Faced with Xiao Xuan's stern rebuke, Xun Er took a deep breath. The determination in her heart was no less than Xiao Yan's.
"I understand Senior's concerns."
"But I have made up my mind. Please grant my request, Senior. Consider this essence blood compensation for the Ancient Clan's debt to the Xiao Clan. This little blood will not endanger my life. I know my limits."
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